My rations I do not wish at all.

My gun and cartridge-box I expect to die with." The next morning the assembly sounded about two o'clock.

We commenced our march in the darkness, and marched twenty-five miles to a little town by the name of Lafayette, to the relief of General Pillow, whose command had been attacked at that place.

After accomplishing this, we marched back by another road to Chickamauga.

We camped on the banks of Chickamauga on Friday night, and Saturday morning we commenced to cross over.